My Project

About how a man who creates a world by accident at first regrets his creation, but sees that there's hope

I'm scared of the world

Chaos overlapping the steady patterns I've drawn

The mess I've made

The creatures I've unleashed

Already a monster, barely born

In the nascent years there's anger

Adrenaline rushing through wild veins

The errors in design

The choices they make

And somehow I'm to blame

I've got to depart the world

And find myself a new life

Let them fend for themselves

And tear themselves apart

I refuse to be a sacrifice

Over two thousand years later

Still chaotic but there's hope in the ruin

The mess I've made

Anger reigns but hope endures

Maybe they can fight through it

In their elder years there's wisdom

But evil fights to take the throne

Maybe there's a chance

The good can come through

And wash away this damaged home

I've got to depart the world

And find myself a new life

Let them fend for themselves

And tear themselves apart

I refuse to be a sacrifice